Monday, July 23, 1990

Being with you makes me feel loved and wanted.Two things I have only on rare occasion felt assured of.Fear grips at my heart as I walkTremulously down this new road ofLetting someone get so close to me.I expect my travels will be longAnd often frustrating for us both.But be patient and wait for me.Once I reach its end, my arms will embrace youMore warmly than they ever have embraced anyone before you.I promise you it will be worth the wait.

Sunday, July 15, 1990

A secretive glance, a nervous smile.At once, warmth floods your bodyAnd you shyly look away.The confidence you had to smileHas suddenly been replaced by nervous anticipation.

You try to avert your mind, to resume concentration.But all that keeps flashing through your mind is his image,The image that reflects its warmth in your own countenance.

Somehow your world has changed,Offering new hope and heartened challenges.No longer is the image just in your mind,It has materialized within arms reach.But there is fear.

Fear that yearns to draw you togetherAnd yet holds you apart.Cautiously your fingers extend just enough to touch his.You look for compassion in his face.As he looks at you, your fear evaporatesAnd you embrace each others’ courage.

Saturday, July 14, 1990

Caressing your hands, opening my heart to you.Never doubting my decision to trust you implicitly.Enticing are your arms,Never weak or trembling.But always meltingly warm and soft to my touch.Enveloping me in their comfort and strength,Not letting me down when I have needed them.Telling you my heart’s dreams in complete trust.

Sunday, July 1, 1990

A river with many forksHas many ways to flow.Its resources continuously split and rechanneled.The gray misty forestsPut on a fog for the banks whichRestrain their energy.They seldom dry up,They seldom lose their way.The river continues to flowAnd provide for the land,Even once the rains have stopped.